User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814/@comment-3135907-20130320153415

"Permission granted, Captain. You came up with the idea in the first place, I think it would only be fair to let you go." Urthpaw stands up from his huge chair at the head of the table. "I will now retire to my room. Please do not disturb me, unless the mountain is under heavy attack. General Longpaw, you're in charge while I'm resting." The badger goes off to his room. From there, he opens the secret chamber of countless badger lords before him. Sitting on the simple stone bed in the crypt, Urthpaw lights two urns filled with a heavy fragrance. Soon the badger is asleep, dreaming dreams of past badger lords, and new ones, as well, from the fathomless abyss of the future.